Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 242, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 October 1916 — Page 3

SECRET SERVICE WATCHES THE SPIES FROM EUROPE

Many Foreign Agents Are Now Active in the United States. COULD BE QUICKLY STOPPED Declaration of War Would Cause Instant Arrest of Scores —Work of Chief Flynn's Bureau Not Spectacular, But Is Wonderful* —— l New York.—A few days ago the following dispatch was printed in the New York newspapers, showing that our navy is awake to the possibilities of agents on shore co-operating with a hostile.fleet attacking us: “A highly important development in the war game was announced by Rear Admiral Benson, chief of naval operations, who said that spies working for coal piers at Norfolk. s “This-means that theoretically, -tms Important base of supplies was left unguarded and could have been destroyed. The navy yards are all part of the great war game, and the first blow against the protection of the coast occurred at Norfolk. Word immediately went forward to arrange for coaling (Ships of the defending fleet In the vicinity of Norfolk by other emergency means. How this will be done has not yet been reported.” For the first time in the war maneuvers of the navy account has been taken of the possibility of hostile spfes working in our navy yards and coal pockets. Rear Admiral Benson has put Ms finger on the spot which has long been declared secret service men and certain members of congress who have been endeavoring to procure an .increased appropriation for a secret service which more closely approximates the intelligence department of European and Asiatic nations, says the New York Herald. Many Spies in United States. ../ Just how realistic are the conditions hypothesized by Rear Admiral Benson In the recent war game is shown by the statement of a man high in the United States secret service that there are scores of known foreign spies in the United States. If war should Be" declared on the United States today by Any one of four European or one Asiatic power, the telegraph instruments in the office of the secret service, Washington, would click out a message that would cause the arrest of more than one hundred men and women known to be working in the interest of foreign governments.. The work of the secret service is not spectacular. Few realize to what extent It is being carried on. Occasionally Chief Flynn’s men make a sensational raid on a band of counterfeiters, and for a few days the secret service is talked about. Many persons believe that running down counterfeiters is the sole activity of Chief Flynn’s bureau. They do not know that his operatives —men known only to him, and not even t<l one another —are constantly -Watching clandestine enemies In the very heart of our government. -The investigation bureau of the department of justice, under A. Bruce Bielaski, once in a while attracts attention because of the exposure of internal reVenue frauds, but thousands of readers are unaware that Mr. Bielaski’s men have under surveillance scores of spies whom they allow to go their way within circumscribed fields in order that they may, to a greater extent, betray the workings of their system. Against most of these workers no charge can be brought which would 'justify an arrest. They have not violated any law. The only possible course open to Uncle Sam’s secret watchers IS to dog their footsteps and bar the way If they begin to nose out important information. Fighting One Another. At present, owing 7 to The war, in EuoMy thesgZJfflbo»eftnsples operating against the United States, but they are fighting one another. In general they work something like this: There is one man or woman In charge of a certain pieee of work. Under him are many other persons. He knows them all, but they do not, as a rule, know one another. A certain government official.or the representative of another nation is supposed to have information wanted by the agent of some power. His men are scattered about Washington so that the object of their Interest is almost continually under the eyes of the organization. One man acts as a waiter in the hotel or restaurant where of Interest--eats. Another gets a position in the barber -shop where he is shaved. A woman acts as a manicurist. Still another seeks Ms personal acquaintance through clubs or social functions. No one of these secret agents may flnd out very mueh, but each reports lo his chief, for whom the"various threads weave a perfectly legible story. • Some time ago a line officer of the navy made some Improvements- la the code, with which he was —familiar through commanding vessels at sea. Every night when this officer finished work he burned all the scraps of paper on which he had scribbled code numerals, signs or other symbols dur-

ing the day. One morning when he came to work an old sailor who was engaged as an attendant in his office approached him with a worried air and said: Interested In Blotters. “Sir, there is something going on here that you ought to know about. You burn your papers every night, but what do you do with your blotters?” '•Why,” said the officer, “I leave them on the desk and you throw them away, I presume." “Yes, I throw them away,” said the old man, "but I could sell them —and for a good price, too. That’s what I, thought you ought to know about." The officer turned pale. • “Have you one of those used blotters about?” he asked. The seaman handed the officer a blotter he had left on his desk the previous evening tfnd which the faithful fellow had saved because of his suspicions. The officer snatched it and held it before a small mirror. The inverted signs made-by the blotting were thnsrendered legible. “By heavens!” he exclaimed; “tell me about this offer for the used blotters!" It seems that the night before a rather shabbily dressed man had stopped the sailor on his way from work and asked him if he would be willing to make a few cents extra each week by selling the waste blotting paper. He declared that attendants in offices where a number of clerks were employed doing the same thing. He offered to pay $2 a week for the hi otters front- the office in _wblch the aged sailor worked. This seemed too big a price for the extremely few blotters used, although the stranger said he wanted them" for a new process of making ornaments of a sort of paplwmache. “What did you tell him?” asked the officer. Secret Service on Job. “I said I would give him an answer soon,” the seaman replied, “but he seemed in a big hurry and left me a telephone number, insisting that I call him today.” The (.fficer sent a messenger to the secret service bureau and operatives were at once put on the case. In a matter of minutes a device had been attached to the telephone wire running to the number the man had given and an operative could hear every word that passed over the line without any interference with the connection.

Everything being in readiness, the attendant was sent out to telephone the suspected man that he could have the blotters. _ Meanwhile it had been learned that what the stranger said about buying used blotters from the clerks’ offices was true, and as nothing of importance could have been learned from these It began to look as though suspicions of a plot were unfounded. Still there was a possibility that this had been done only as a blind. The secret service operative at the receiver of the wire-tapping device heard the aged man call the suspect and tell him he could have the blotters. A little while later this man called a number and a woman’s voice answered. “I can let you-have some of the very best old blotting paper,” he replied. “Dally deliveries C. O. D.. It’s only used slightly and you can reclaim a fair percentage, I believe.” To the secret service operative “C. O. D.” meant code. “Very best” meant navy, as the navy code' is recognized as the very best in existence, and the remainder of the sentence meant that as the blotters were not badly smeared with ink they ought to yield a few

MISS OWEN LLOYD-GEORGE

The engagement of Miss Qwen Lloyd-George and Capt. C. T. Carey Evans was announced recently, nnd their marriage is expected to be celebrated early In the autumn. Miss Lloyd-George Is the elder of Lloyd-George’s two daughters. Captain Evans Is In the Indian medical service. He won the military cross In Gallipoli and subsequently went to Mesopotamia. $-

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facta each day. It la a recognized fact that in almost all codes if a few signs are known the whole system can be evolved by experts. Thay Went Away. A man was at once assigned to watch the house of the woman in the case, and that evening a taxicab stopped in front of her residence and she joined a man inside. They were driven to a fashionable case, and when the man left the taxicab he was recognized as a hanger-on of one of the embassies. Of course, the couple were shadowed, and the waiter who served them heurd the woman tell her companion that the blotters were obtainable. Now, at the embassy in question all knowledge of these activities was denied and probably with perfect truth. All embassies have a certain number of more or less disreputable hangerson who are more of an embarrassment than anything else, except wnen they actually accomplish something. For instance, in this case had the .foreign government been able to obtain a copy of the navy code ft probably would have paid well for it. Yet it was not under their orders that the attempt was made and they could very justly repudiate It. The three would-be villains in this little drama immediately left Washing-ton,—lhe-secret-service could not arrest them, but the chief of the bureau could tell, if he would, just exactly what was said to them that persuaded them the climate of the District of Columbia was anything but healthful.

FOOD JAR SKUNK TRAP

I Wlnsted, Conn.—Skunks es- ’ caping from a skunk farm in ! Lovely street caused residents. ; in shat section no little trouble. » Recently several entered DanleT J Ryan’s cellar and pushed aside > a heavy cover from a stone jar j and ate the foodstuffs inf IT. > A miscalculation in this ma- ) neuver, however, resulted in a > skunk falling into a crock and J the cover slid back into place, > imprisoning the animal. Ryan l will not apply for a patent on the > skunk trap. Anyone is privileged , to use it, he says.

IS THE RICHEST NEGRO BOY

Lad Is Heir to Land Allotments In Rich QiLFIeJd In Oklahoma. Tulsa, Okla. —Adam Manuel, a Creek freedman, died. In Colorado recently, and already there Is a race on among some of the residents of Muskogee county to get the appointment of guardian for his children. There are five of the children living, and the elder Manuel Inherited the allotments of two who are dead, Jbut the guardianship Is sought because ofLnther Manuel, a minor son, who is believed to be the richest hegro boy in the world. When the allotments were made for the Manuel family, those of Luther, thirteen, and Rafleld, his younger brother, were In a locality where the land was worthless for farming purposes. Their father complained that the land was valueless, but he was unable to have any change made. It turned out that the allotment of Luther, believed to be worthless, was in the heart of the Cushing oil field. Since that field was developed nearly six years ago, his income from it-bar amounted to from $20,000 to $25,000 a month. The allotment of KnHeCg Manuel is not W valuable. The allotments of the other children are good for agricultural purposes only. Sarah Rector has been considered the most fortunate of all those amopg the Creek freedmen who took allotments in that section of country, but her fortune is far less than that of Luther Manuel.

RELATIVES FIND HIS GRAVE

After Search of Seventy-Eight Years Marker Is Discovered on Resting Place of Tennesseean. Danville, Ill.—After a search of 78 years by near relatives, tlia* body of Elijah Brown, who left Nashville, Tenn., in 1838 for Illinois, was found recently near Allerton, 111. Brown was a well-known Baptist preacher in Tennessee at that time and started overland to northern Illinois with his wife and seven children, but died e_n route and his body was burled by the Wayside. A mnrker was made for the grave, but the place was forgotten. The marble slab was broken, but the name and date of death In 1838 made identification possible.

Confesses Old Crime.

Smith Centre. Kan. —A mystery of 26 years was cleared up j»’hen C. G. Ray of Downs, near here,' received a letter from a man In Omaha, who confessed to setting fire to the Rqy barn in September, 1863. *The writer then was a boy six years old. His excuse for confessing the crime at this late, date is that he “had no luck” at anything he undertook, and he finally decided that things would change if he eonfessed thewrong done so many years ago. . .. i.. - -

Canadians Pull Stumps to Music.

Toronto. —To the music of their brass bands. Tour battalions of Canadian soldiers uprooted . stumps from theif camp area near Toronto. From the sandy ground the stumps were easily pulled, piled In heaps and fired. The flames could be seen for miles over the plains at night T>-

THE SEA’S GIFT

By Francis Knowles

(Copyright, ISIS, by W. G. Chapman.) Jim Thorpe had been In charge of Lowestoft light for seven and twenty years. When, the young fisherman had tak-en-his young bride there he had been very proud and both very happy. Their honeymoon had lasted seven years, until the girl died. She died very suddenly, and there was no time to summon medical aid. It was not until she had been laid to rest in the churchyard of the little village that Thorpe realized that his life, too, was ended. For five years he brooded over his loss. They had never had a child. That had been their great sorrow. Thorpe was absolutely alone in the world, with nothing but his light. He tended It through the great storm of his fifth lonely year, but it did not save the great liner that was dashed to pieces on the Lowestoft rocks. In the morning Thorpe put out in the lifeboat. The ship had broken on the rocks, and there seemed to be no survivors. But on a narrow ledge of rock he found a baby girl—asleep! Hour she had escaped was a miracle. Thorpe took hfer back to the lighthouse and fed and tended her. Gradually, as thq days passed, a fierce love and jealousy for her replaced the void in his heart. She grew up in the lighthouse. Twenty years passed. * Emily Thorpe regarded herself as the keeper’s daughter. He sent her to school In the village, but she always came back at nightfall, pulling the heavy lighthouse -boat. Thorpe would watch -during those years every evening for the sight of the slender figure, running along the sands toward hhn. Then a hand would be waved, a cry of joy would come to him. and presently the big boat would lumber along, with Emily at the oar. The thought that she would some day marry and leave him was the one black, unbearable fear which he put back Into the deepest recesses of his consciousness. But Emily did not seem to care for nny of the fisherboys of the little place. Her manners were instinctively those of a lady. She was above them all; she had the inherent grace, the knowledge of one born In a high rank of life. Thorpe had tried to learn who her parents had been, but he never discovered. Every seven years, they say, a wild storm devastates the Lowestoft coast. There had been two since Emily came to Thorpe. The third happened when she was twenty-one; and again a big liner went ashore in the same place on Lowestoft rocks. Again the lifeboat was put out, this time manned by half a dozen villagers, and this time the bulk of the passengers were saved. One of them was carried, unconscious, into the lighthouse. For an hour the village doctor worked over him. “He’ll be dead long since, I think,” said the old Irishman who had brought three-fourths of the village to birth, and ushered at least one generation upon Its way Into the unknown. Just then an eyelid flickered. Emily Thorpe r kneeling beside the young man, saw the eyes gradually unclose. A week -later Ralph Rentoul was convalescent. He was a handsome young fellow of five and twenty, a surveyor, who had been sent by the government to map out some shoals along tfle treacherous shore. Emily and he were interested In each other from the first. And Thorpe, at his light in the tower, watched them stroll alpng the sands beneath him.

He had always known that sometime the girl’s hour wojild come. Now that he feared love had awakened in her heart, he was conscious of a bitterness that clouded his mind. He felt that the girl had come to him In place olUthe wife he had lost, and of -the cBIFa wfid sliould have been theirs^ It was on the third day of his convalescence that Ralph Rentoul told Emily of his love. And she listened in wonder at the unfolding of the old, yet ever new, story. - —tr l “I shall take you away with me, dearest,” he was saying. “We will have our honeymoon along the coast, while I am mapping out my work for the government. And then we shall go home.” Home! The word sounded doubtful to the girl. Home she always associated with those barren rocks, washed by the never-ceasing, resonant sea. When he spoke of a large city she could hardly understand him. “C&me', let us go and tell your father,” he said. Half an hour later, standing In the presence of Jim Thorpe, with Emily’s hand drawn through his, the young man asked simply for the hand of the girt ~ Jim Thorpe listened until the end, but his face grew darker and darker, and his lips more and more compressed. “Now you shall listen to me,” said Thorpe. “Seven and twenty years have I lived on this rock, and only for seven of them did I have chick or child of my own. Aye, and no child —only my wife that Is dead. This girl that you think mine, I tell you, and I tell her for the first time —she is nobody’s

child, washed up out of a wreck opon Lowestoft rocks." The girl started forward. “Yon are not my father?” she cried In a tremulous voice. "You are no child of mine." said Thorpe. "A waif from such a wreck as washed up this man to curse me and my hopes. Yes, and they say the sea, which sometimes gives, takes away also. So it has taken you away, has It? Well, my girl, though you are neither flesh nor blood of mine, I tell you this: Go with him and take my parting vith you. Go with him and leave me solitary, me who cared for you these years. But the time shall come when in your own loneliness you shall know the loneliness that you have left behind you. Go!” He ended speaking, and his face waa dramatic in the intensity of its passion. The young man Interposed. “You-are noLspeaking fairly, Mr. "Morpe,” he said. "It Is natural that a girl should wish to marry and leave her home and father. And the girl Is not your own flesh and blood. Let her go kindly—” •Til let her go,” scowled Thorpe. “But she takes my everlasting curse with her.” “Father!" cried Emily, running to him and laying her hands upon his arm. “I shall not go. My duty is with you." “Duty!” he sneered. “You will care a-lot_for duty when his lips are upon your own.” And he tore himself away from her and went into his light turret. The young man and the girl gazed blankly upon each other. Then the girl spoke. “You see,” she said. "You must release me from my promise, Ralph. I cannot leave him. I owe everything to him. He has the first claim upon me till he is dead.” “You have the first cfaim upon yourself, dearest,” pleaded Ralph. “Why should you be condemned to pass your whole life here on this barren rock?" But he could not persuade her. Wttlr many- tears the girl- persisted In her resolution. She would stay with the man she had come to regard as her father. She went to Jim Thorpe and told him so. But the burden on his heart was not lifted. He knew that he held her only by her sense of duty to him. Ralph was to leave .at daybreak.

She Always Came Back at Nightfall.

At daybreak the lighthouse keeper, down to where the girl and the young man stood,” locked in each other’s arms, saying their goodby. “Go, and my blessing go with you,” he said gently. The girl swung ronnd and faced him. "Father!” she cried, “t shall stay with you—” “No, my dear,” answered Thorpe. “You were never mine. The sea gave you to me as some loan to be repaid. I shall return you to its keeping. May It carry you fairly to your home.” And he turned and left them. H« could not bear to say more. He knew that his last hold on life had gone, as the boat that carried them was going, under a fair wind, toward the mainland. He trimmed his light and filled the oil reservoir and sat'down in the turret. He looked out over the sea, over the shoals and rocks. Now that he had done the right thing, his anger had evaporated; he felt strangely peaceful. For the first time in many years he seemed to dwell in the conscious presence of His dead wife. After all, Emily could never take her place in his heart. It was Just like a dream, as all life was a dream. The day would come when he would awaken—lnto the presence of Emily. On board the boat the yonng man. and the girl sat, hand in hand, and looked back to where the lighthouse stood, only a speck In the distance, a white pillar under a red rpof. “I am uneasy,” said the girl. "1 hope nothing has happened to him. In a few weeks vve must go back and try to persuade him to give up Ms work and live with us.” ’“Yes,” said the youhg man. And then, forgetful of age.as la the way with youth, they lost themselves In their own golden dreams of happiness. The lighthouse disappeared; the last link with life had gone from Jim Thorpe's heart. But he only sat smiling beside his trimmed lamp, waiting f<Sr the night to come when it should itgive forth its beams upon the waters. But his own hand would never kindle those beams again. For he himself had passed out of the shadows into the reality.

SAWED-OFF SERMONS

People sometimes stir up a lot of trouble by telling the truth whew it would be policy to say nothing. An office seeker ia a man who shakes the voter’s hand before the election and shakes the voter afterward. The average doctor would die of starvation If his patients had no more confidence In him than he has in himself. It’s Just as important to be sure yon are wrong before backing out as it is to be sure you are right before going ahead. Time' may be money, but somehow a man’s friends always appreciate the money he spends with them more than the time. ~ Fine feathers may not make fine birds,* but they attract attention to some birds that would otherwise go unnoticed. You may have observed that as the bride and what she married leaves the church, trouble gets busy and camps on their trail. You know yourself better than other people know you, therefore you should swallow flattery with several grains ofsodium chloride. When a woman says unpleasant things to a man she always ends byconfessing that what she told him was for his own good. There nre lots of near-great men In the world, but a truly great man Is one who has traveled extensively and neither lectures or writes about it. When you have said enough, shut up. Many a man keeps on boring after he has struck oil and It all runs out et the bottom. —Indianapolis Star.

POINTED PARAGRAPHS

Don’t wear clothing loud enough to attract a crowd. ~ If you sit In a draft the doctor moy cash It for you. Love may not be a disease, but it is frequently of a rash nature. Women always think they mean what they say—at the time they let it out. Every time a man meets his wife downtown he wonders what it is going to cost him. v A married man seldom gets the last word, because of Ms inability to remain awake. His first love and his flrst shave are two episodes in every young man’s career that he never forgets. There are higher things in life for a woman than a good complexion—a pretty bonnet, for instance. Adam had his foibles, but the records fall to indicate that he was ever guilty of telling fish stories. A man may class his wife as a bird of paradise during the honeymoon—and as a parrot later In the game.— Chicago News.

DID YOU KNOW THAT

It’s the humidity; not the heat? * Frog’s legs are never eaten by the frog? The plural of confetti is more confetti? A porcupine makes several good points? There is something singular about twins? Turtles don’t care for Ice cream cones? Horned toads are no more tractable when dehorned?

HITS FROM SHARP WITS

With the hobo any industry is a new industry. —— There are more shelf-made men than self-made men. Whenever a fellow strikes you for a loan, Mt him back, only harder. There are people who wouldn’t admit that they were happy If happiness were to break out all over them, like the measles. ■ ’ _> - v •; • •- ■■i In the course of time the world gets tired of hearing one man or one woman telling it whaMt should do about this and that. One of the surprises of life Is to turn around on year seat In a street car and find the fellow who is pushing Ms knees Into your back Is a personal friend. Add list of impossible happenings: “Once upon a time a woman passed by a mirror and didn’t look at hepself.’’ “Once upon a time a woman went to the theater and didn't powdaq her nooe before leaving,”